the pen in the pocket   the fall down the stairs   the fork in the socket   these are our daily dares.   these are my concerns   these are my disregards   this is what ive learned   and ive forgoten so far.   im making lead from gold   im turning friends to err   carries into cabals   victories to dispair.   it hits you like a brick   it hits you like a smell   it doesnt bat a lash   it brings on fainting spells.   use sentiment like aloe   use sentiment like mace   use sentimental explanations   of how we got to this place.   i got fucked by fate   on fate and I's first date   and now i know i knew   breaking up is hard to do.